Now the other brother entered.
‘How hot it is!’ he said.
‘Of course! We are roasting young chickens to-day!’ remarked the Princess.
‘How do you—um!’ he said, and the reporters wrote down. ‘How do you—um.’
‘It doesn’t matter!’ said the Princess. ‘Take him out!’
Now Blockhead-Hans came in; he rode his goat right into the hall.
‘I say! How roasting hot it is here!’ said he.
‘Of course! I am roasting young chickens to-day!’ said the Princess.
‘That’s good!’ replied Blockhead-Hans; ‘then can I roast a crow with them?’
‘With the greatest of pleasure!’ said the Princess; ‘but have you anything you can roast them in? for I have neither pot nor saucepan.’